People ask me what I’m going to teach the boys on the ranch. One answer is that many things will teach themselves…like Emily Dickinson.
Out here, I feel myself
Surrounded by Emily Dickinson –
her Metaphors – exploding all around –
Her flowers – her bees,
Her sunsets – her trees!
the family, she held so Dear –
the Death, she couldn’t bear –
All fresh as Morning dew,
A Sunday hymn, in a Polished pew.